Time
Time
Time is like a unique magician ,
That can be seen throughout life of our own soul as sprite;
Time is an esteemed one,
If thou don't avail it carefully or right.
Time is like air, bumfuzzed with thy feelings
Travelling a hundred miles than borders
And margins ;
A time can be of debacles,
But don't yawn until thou become evanescent.
Time is a game ( hardship) to play,
Thee jump upon time to clutch it
But thou lay ,
Being weary at the effort and thou quit
Time can be caught once if you are a xerox,
Of the cunning fox .
By poetvivid
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Copyright © Poet Vivid | Year Posted 2020
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